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His wounds had been treated, though they would take weeks to heal. It was all Cedric could do to ignore the throbbing pain that wracked his mangled body. The tournament had proven to be a violent one indeed, but he'd elected to let his injuries heal of their own natural accord; doing otherwise would undermine his participation to the tourney. Though he might not have won, he had succeeded in earning the recommendation of [member="Garrus Garon"]. In way, one could say he had won after all - just not in the traditional sense.
Clad in the raven-shaded longcoat of his homeworld, Cedric strode into the palace of Sundari. The guards gave him pause, though once they understood the reasoning for his coming he was allowed to pass. They checked him for any weapons on his person, though nothing of note was found. He'd wasted no time in marching through the palace after that, extending his senses far beyond that of his immediate vicinity. His vision of the palace was cloudy at best, the palace having been nullified to the force just as much of Mandalore had. It made the youth uncomfortable; the Mandalorians had tampered with the natural order of life, and life itself would eventually rise up to punish them for it.
It always did.
Even still, it was not Cedric's place to judge. He had not come here to accuse the Mandalorians of any misgivings, nor had he come as a response to the betrayal on Dagobah. Cedric had come of his own accord for his own reasons; he'd grown wise enough not to hold grudges.
The doors to the inner palace awaited. Cedric halted outside of them, arms folding behind the small of his back. "I'm here to speak with the Mandalore," his voice was hoarse from yelling in the arena, "I'm Cedric Grayson. Garrus Garon vouched for me."
He waited.
[member="Yasha Mantis"]
Clad in the raven-shaded longcoat of his homeworld, Cedric strode into the palace of Sundari. The guards gave him pause, though once they understood the reasoning for his coming he was allowed to pass. They checked him for any weapons on his person, though nothing of note was found. He'd wasted no time in marching through the palace after that, extending his senses far beyond that of his immediate vicinity. His vision of the palace was cloudy at best, the palace having been nullified to the force just as much of Mandalore had. It made the youth uncomfortable; the Mandalorians had tampered with the natural order of life, and life itself would eventually rise up to punish them for it.
It always did.
Even still, it was not Cedric's place to judge. He had not come here to accuse the Mandalorians of any misgivings, nor had he come as a response to the betrayal on Dagobah. Cedric had come of his own accord for his own reasons; he'd grown wise enough not to hold grudges.
The doors to the inner palace awaited. Cedric halted outside of them, arms folding behind the small of his back. "I'm here to speak with the Mandalore," his voice was hoarse from yelling in the arena, "I'm Cedric Grayson. Garrus Garon vouched for me."
He waited.
[member="Yasha Mantis"]